The door slammed shut behind her.
Y/N barely registered the sound.
Her body hit the cold floor of the hallway, her legs too weak to hold her up any longer. The fever was worse now, burning through her veins, turning everything around her into a blur. She felt numb.
Her arms, her legs, her ribs—everything ached. Bruises layered over bruises. Her skin was a map of silent suffering, a story no one wanted to read.
And no one came.
Not Neha. Not BTS.
Not anyone.
The world outside Taehyung’s door moved on while she lay there, unwanted.
Minutes passed. Maybe hours.
Finally, she forced herself to move.
She dragged her body down the hallway, down the stairs—step by step, breath by breath—until she reached the basement.
Her place.
Her prison.
She collapsed onto the old mattress in the corner, curling into herself. Cold. So cold. But she didn’t cry.
What was the point?
The house above her was silent. Sleeping. Living.
And she was down here. Forgotten.
Or so she thought.
A soft creak.
A shadow in the dim light.
Then—warm arms wrapped around her.
Kittu.
She was shaking, her sobs muffled against Y/N’s shoulder.
“Tell them,” she whispered, voice pleading. “Tell them what he does to you. Please.”
Y/N didn’t move.
Kittu clutched her tighter, her tears wetting Y/N’s skin.
“You save everyone,” she cried. “But who saves you?”
Y/N’s lips parted, but no words came.
Kittu knew.
Knew the truth.
Knew the secret she had been carrying.
And yet—she was still asking Y/N to be the one to break.
To speak.
To run.
To do what Kittu couldn’t.
But Y/N only closed her eyes, her fevered body too weak to respond.
And when she finally whispered, her voice was barely there.
“How is he?”
Kittu stiffened.
She pulled away just enough to look at Y/N, her teary eyes filled with something between guilt and horror.
Because she knew.
She knew exactly who Y/N was asking about.
And it wasn’t herself.
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FORCED MARRIAGE WITH BROTHER IN LAW
Fanfictionstory about famous idol who marries with her sister in law
